And A Silver Sixpence In His Shoe
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custodianTitle: And A Silver Sixpence In His Shoe
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which there is a decoy, and Ianto defends Jack's honor. References to 2x09 - "Something Borrowed." Written for the July 17 prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
horizonssing.
a corridor in the Red Dragon Centre, near the Wales Millennium Centre, Cardiff
“What is it with these things and public areas?” Jack shouted in Ianto’s general direction as he barreled full-tilt down the corridor past Bella Italia, trying and failing to keep his eyes on the fleeing nostrovite. “You’d think once in a while they’d decide to do the whole baby-making thing in private.”
“I never thought I’d hear you complain about public sex,” Ianto called back. “And it’s good cover. Lots of shapes and styles to choose from. Maybe they like variety.”
Jack slowed and set his jaw. “Damn it. I think I lost it. Any joy with your readings?”
With a sigh, Ianto tapped at his handheld and shook his head.
“Damn it.” Jack holstered his gun.
“Wait, no –“ Ianto said, looking up. “I’ve got a possible blip coming up near The Odeon.”
“Great,” Jack quipped and darted down the corridor. “Just what we need. Monsters in a movie theatre.”
# # #
Even in the early afternoon, The Odeon was a weird combination of dim and flash. Jack scanned the lobby suspiciously, Webley at the ready. A small crowd of teenagers watched him from their corner. He wasn’t looking for one of a crowd, though. He was looking for a loner. Someone who moved like a hunter.
Someone who was probably smart enough to have slipped into one of the films showing and bite at its leisure. Damn. He really didn’t want to make a commotion. Well, not any more of a commotion as he and Ianto already had.
He looked up just in time to see Ianto step out of the shadows, PDA in hand.
“Find anything?”
Ianto shook his head and took his place at Jack’s side.
“Huh,” Jack said, glancing around again. “Guess it didn’t like the cinema. Still, as we’re here,” Jack said, leaning in a little closer. “Maybe we could –“
A crack of gunfire and a spray of black blood exploded mere inches from Jack’s face. The teenagers in the corner fled, and the cinema’s staff hid, terrified behind their respective booths and counters. Standing in the corridor, hips and shoulders square, was Ianto Jones.
The nostrovite crumpled to the floor in a heap.
“You could have waited for me to get out of range,” said Jack, wiping a splodge of goo away from his eyes.
“I had a clear shot, so I took it.” Ianto handed Jack a handkerchief. “Not that you noticed, considering where your hands were going.”
“I was distracting it for you.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Right. Of course you were. Now come on. Gwen’s on her way for clean-up, and I think I’ve got a read on where the mother’s nesting.”
Jack flicked a last gobbet of black gunk off of his hands and stuck the handkerchief in his pocket. “Okay, but next time we go to the cinema, you’re buying me popcorn.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which there is a decoy, and Ianto defends Jack's honor. References to 2x09 - "Something Borrowed." Written for the July 17 prompt at
horizonssing.a corridor in the Red Dragon Centre, near the Wales Millennium Centre, Cardiff
“What is it with these things and public areas?” Jack shouted in Ianto’s general direction as he barreled full-tilt down the corridor past Bella Italia, trying and failing to keep his eyes on the fleeing nostrovite. “You’d think once in a while they’d decide to do the whole baby-making thing in private.”
“I never thought I’d hear you complain about public sex,” Ianto called back. “And it’s good cover. Lots of shapes and styles to choose from. Maybe they like variety.”
Jack slowed and set his jaw. “Damn it. I think I lost it. Any joy with your readings?”
With a sigh, Ianto tapped at his handheld and shook his head.
“Damn it.” Jack holstered his gun.
“Wait, no –“ Ianto said, looking up. “I’ve got a possible blip coming up near The Odeon.”
“Great,” Jack quipped and darted down the corridor. “Just what we need. Monsters in a movie theatre.”
# # #
Even in the early afternoon, The Odeon was a weird combination of dim and flash. Jack scanned the lobby suspiciously, Webley at the ready. A small crowd of teenagers watched him from their corner. He wasn’t looking for one of a crowd, though. He was looking for a loner. Someone who moved like a hunter.
Someone who was probably smart enough to have slipped into one of the films showing and bite at its leisure. Damn. He really didn’t want to make a commotion. Well, not any more of a commotion as he and Ianto already had.
He looked up just in time to see Ianto step out of the shadows, PDA in hand.
“Find anything?”
Ianto shook his head and took his place at Jack’s side.
“Huh,” Jack said, glancing around again. “Guess it didn’t like the cinema. Still, as we’re here,” Jack said, leaning in a little closer. “Maybe we could –“
A crack of gunfire and a spray of black blood exploded mere inches from Jack’s face. The teenagers in the corner fled, and the cinema’s staff hid, terrified behind their respective booths and counters. Standing in the corridor, hips and shoulders square, was Ianto Jones.
The nostrovite crumpled to the floor in a heap.
“You could have waited for me to get out of range,” said Jack, wiping a splodge of goo away from his eyes.
“I had a clear shot, so I took it.” Ianto handed Jack a handkerchief. “Not that you noticed, considering where your hands were going.”
“I was distracting it for you.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Right. Of course you were. Now come on. Gwen’s on her way for clean-up, and I think I’ve got a read on where the mother’s nesting.”
Jack flicked a last gobbet of black gunk off of his hands and stuck the handkerchief in his pocket. “Okay, but next time we go to the cinema, you’re buying me popcorn.”